I remember crying myself to sleep every night because of how much I missed my parents. The day they got home, I could not contain my excitement. We went to the airport to pick them up, and the first thing I saw was the snow globe. My mom got it for me while she was in Florida. This made me ecstatic! I knew I was going to keep it forever. I still have that snow globe and recently I have been able to relate it to my life. I have felt confined to my personality ever since a boy I had never spoken to called me the quiet kid in third grade. I always thought if I tried to be anything but the introvert, people would laugh and ask why the quiet kid was talking so much. I have felt stuck in my snow globe and have always felt like I could not be who I wanted to be. I can not remember a time when I was not afraid of being judged. Everything I do, I have to think over twelve times before I even consider doing it. I feel like people are always looking at me the way people look at a snow globe after it has been shaken up. Except when they look at me, they do not see a beautiful glass figure, but they see a quiet kid. In eighth grade, I decided I wanted to be someone else in high